Crossover, now there's an idea. Are you familiar with/do you like Twilight? If so, maybe a HP/Twilight crossover. If not, maybe a HP crossover with any other popular teen or kids' series. (Heck, it doesn't even have to be current. Narnia, anyone?) for Anon

[Well, I'm definitely not a Twilight person, so it'll be something else. Percy? Granted, people in Percy Jackson read Harry Potter, but I'll ignore that...]---------------I should probably explain how I got to Scotland.

Or maybe not; it's a long story, and it's not really important, though there was an epic wind versus ocean battle involved, but that was mostly a bragging contest with my cousin Jason Grace--no story there. He's the son of Zeus--well, Jupiter, in his case--and I'm the son of Poseidon. You had to know that sooner or later, one of us would end up getting blasted around the world just to see who had the biggest objects of godly power. I don't know where Jason ended up. Last I saw him, he was jitterbugging on the Gulf Stream, while the rest of my friends headed off after him. Guess they knew I'd end up safe somewhere, even if I fell into the sea.

Problem is, I'm kind of stuck. I'm not very good with air travel, and even I can't run all the way to the Greece. (I could get across the Channel, probably, or even the North Sea, but overland is problematic, too, at the moment, with Gaea having a tendency to try and suck me underground.)

Luckily, the first person who found me was a centaur. I usually like centaurs. My teacher, Chiron, is a centaur. His cousins are the Party Ponies. They drink a lot of root beer and shoot rubber chickens at Titans. I always figured Chiron was the only calm and scholarly one around... at least until I met Firenze.

And apparently, Firenze is considered a wild rebel around here. I found that out quickly when I tried to high-five him and called him "dude," which would be a seriously friendly greeting with the centaurs I know.

"You're lucky you kept your hand," the woman the bushy brown hair said when I finished telling her the story.

Oh, right, another part of the story: I got turned in to something called the Ministry of Magic for breaking something called the Statute of Secrecy. Apparently, these guys aren't demigods. They have a totally different secret world, and nothing quite as convenient as the Mist to help hide it. Must have been really weird when the gods lived in London, too... a pair of weird magical worlds just revolving around each other, playing their little obscuration games.

Kind of makes me wonder what else is going on in New York.

"So you say that you're not a wizard?" the woman, Hermione Weasley, asked. "Because Firenze saw you running over water, and a coin you threw disappeared into some sea spray. Also, you seemed... a bit unalarmed at the appearance of a centaur on the beach. "

"I rode with centaurs most of the way up the east coast," I told her. "Trust me, you don't want to clean up after their beach parties."

She raised her eyebrows. "I beg your pardon?"

"You know... centaurs and parties? They get rowdy."

"Er... not that I've noticed."

"Oh."

"Mr. Jackson, if you aren't a wizard, may I ask where you happen to have come across centaurs?"

"Florida and Long Island, mostly, but they have chapters everywhere."

Hermione looked like she wanted to know more, but forced herself not to ask. "That wasn't entirely what I meant. I meant... well, there's no delicate way to ask this. If you're not a wizard, how do you happen to know about magical creatures?"

And there was the problem. She wasn't a god or a demigod, or a monster, or even someone clearsighted like my friend Rachel Elizabeth Dare (our oracle at Camp Half-Blood). I didn't exactly know the rules, and while I'm not, like, really married to rules, it's not as though I go around door to door and ask people if they want to get closer Poseidon, if you know what I mean. For one thing, it's kind of a weird conversation.

I told her what I was pretty sure she'd already figured out: "I'm good with water."

She drew her eyebrows together, and her nostrils flared. She was getting frustrated, and I didn't think I wanted to see her get any more frustrated.

Luckily, we were interrupted by hoofbeats.

Firenze came in, followed by a centaur who looked more familiar--he was wearing a beer hat loaded with cans of root beer, and wearing a tee shirt from Glastonbury that pocked with holes from whatever games he'd been playing.

"This," Firenze said with distaste, "is my kinsman. He is called"--his face twisted into an expression of deep distaste--"Larry."

"Hey, doll," Larry said. "Nice robes."

Hermione blinked. "Er... thank you."

Larry turned to me. "Chiron got your Iris message. I was in the neighborhood, so told me to come get you." He leaned in and spoke quietly. "Sorry, kid--forgot about the stuffy side of the family. Been a while since there was a reunion."

Larry grinned. "Dude, you still read stars? Man, I had an uncle who did that all the time. Uncle Stan, man! What a character. That's what I was trying to pick up in Glastonbury--bunch of us got together to see what we could see last night."

"And what did you see?"

"Well, I was pretty wasted, but it looked like Pollux was rising up. Means maybe it's time for a family meeting, but I didn't think it'd be with you!"

You did once write a rather wonderful Raiders of the Lost Ark/Harry Potter-crossover, starring Neville and Marion Ravenwood (for anyone interested: Little Bits of Junk: http://fernwithy.livejournal.com/247789.html). I am not usually a fan of crossovers, but I've really liked what I've seen from you so far. Perhaps a Christmas-themed crossover story (Harry Potter and whatever other universe you're interested in dabbling a bit in)? for hallonboat---------------Dad brought the boy home from St. Mungo's, which wasn't exactly usual, so Dora's interest was already piqued. He was nine, maybe, or ten--not older than her by much, if he was older at all. But he'd been at St. Mungo's by himself, and it was Christmas, which didn't seem at all right, so she was glad Dad had brought him, though Mum was less so.

"Ted, you can't just bring him home like a stray puppy," she'd whispered after the boy had gone to sleep (Dora had been up and listening through the wall). "He's a Muggle, and he has a mother somewhere."

"She's on a cruise ship, and I'm seeing what I can do to bring her. She seemed very glad he was found. Of course, we'll have to be a bit careful--he knows about us, but he's not comfortable with it."

"You did tell him, then."

"I had to. Even he was starting to think he was crazy." Dad sighed. "We should talk to Dora about morphing. I don't think Danny would like that very well. He seems a bit less than enthusiastic about his talent."

"Can you blame him?" Mum asked.

Dora had managed to sleep a little bit after that, and dreamed of the boy. It didn't seem to be her own dream, as she wasn't even in it, and only caught it in bits and pieces. There was a hotel, and an explosion, and ghosts and monsters. Then there was a wedding--his mother's--and a great deal of money. Then there was boarding school in London, which he'd liked a great deal, until the ghosts and monsters came again.

The dream abruptly went blank, and she heard, very clearly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

She blinked.

There was no one in the room with her.

There was a thin light in the house as Christmas dawned, and she got out of bed. The boy was sitting on the stairs.

"I'm Dora Tonks," she told him.

"Danny Torrance."

She sat down beside him. "Did you get hurt?"

He considered this more carefully than he probably should have needed to, then said, "No."

"Then why were you in St. Mungo's?"

"You saw," he said. "I know you saw a little of my dream."

"I... how?"

"I dream loud." He shrugged. "I guess I'm probably expelled, but I kept seeing ghosts at my school, and they sent me to a psychiatrist, and he sent me to a hospital."

"St. Mungo's."

"No. A regular one. But your dad came, and he said that my school was really haunted, but most... Moggers?"

"Muggles."

"Muggles can't see it. He said the ghosts were harmless." Danny didn't look like this even made sense to him. "I don't like ghosts."

"And you can't do magic?"

"No. I just see things. Mr. Hallorann calls it Shining. Your dad says it's a special sort of Seeing, and that he's heard of other Muggles who can do it."

"Wow."

Danny looked at her. "Can you do magic?"

"I'll be able to in a few years. I once accidentally made the cat curly-haired." She stopped, remembering that Dad had said they would talk to her about not morphing. "I can do something else, too, but you might not like it."

"What?"

"I can make my face change into anything."

Danny paled. "Please don't. I like to know whose face I'm seeing."

"Okay." She smiled. "We're completely non-haunted here, so you can have a happy Christmas."

"It's okay that I'm here?"

"Yeah! We always have fun. I never had a brother or anything, so it'll be nice to have someone closer to my size..."

They slipped out of the serious conversation, and Dora led Danny downstairs, showing him the tree and the wizarding pictures (he was a little nervous about them, so she turned them around). She told him about Mum's cleaning spells, which he seemed to like a little better ("Wish I could do that with my room!"), and he told her about his stepfather's house in Vermont.

"Everyone thinks he sent me off to boarding school to get rid of me," he said, "but that's not true. Al's cool. He likes me. I was the one who wanted to try boarding school... and not at Stovington Prep. Pretty dumb, as it turns out."

They didn't follow this further--Danny didn't want to talk about the ghosts--and when Mum and Dad got up, everyone opened presents. Dad must have gone out secretly, because there were Muggle books and games for Danny. At around noon, Mr. Lupin showed up, looking a bit ill. He struck up a conversation with Danny about some places he'd been in the States (none of them the same as the places Danny had been), and it all seemed to be going well until suddenly, Danny froze, staring at him.

This odd statement hung in the air, then he seemed to snap out of it. He and Mr. Lupin didn't talk much after that, though they were perfectly nice to each other when they did.

Despite that, Christmas dinner was festive and very good. Danny found the gold coin in the plum pudding, and Dora split a cracker with him. He went about wearing Dad's Father Christmas hat for a while.

After Mr. Lupin left and Mum and Dad had settled down for wine by the fire, Dora showed Danny Dad's "Muggle room," where he seemed quite comfortable with all the electronic toys. He turned on the television, and they watched something Dora didn't pay attention to.

"Did you See something about Mr. Lupin?" she asked. "Because he's a very nice man, and there shouldn't be anything bad."

"There's always something bad," Danny said, then smiled faintly. "But don't worry. He is good. I just wish I didn't see everything at the same time. It makes things confusing, and I know things that aren't my business. Or yours."

"Right."

"Mr. Hallorann taught me to keep private things private."

"He sounds like a nice man."

"He is. But I know things about him I wish I didn't, too." Danny shook his head. "Everyone's got something. Except kids. Most of us haven't built much up yet."

"Oh."

He bit his lip. "I do want to tell you something, though. I bet it could help."

"Help what?"

"I don't know, exactly. The future moves around."

"Dad says that, too."

"Right. But... I don't even know what it means. Just... watch out for Auntie. She's in a shadow."

Dora, who remembered her particularly mad auntie once slipping out of a shadow to threaten her, guessed he had probably seen the past instead of the future. She just said, "All right. I can do that. So... what's Christmas like in America?"

*sorry for not commenting much in most of the ficlets- it seems quite rude- I just been visiting a lot of relatives because of a death in the family. so i been a bit off in trying to comment)

Anyway, i dont know how much you do read the percy jackson books but you got the tone and the characters pretty pitch perfect. this little crossover was an absolute delight to read as it has your usual flair of excellent characterization, and humor (larry vs. firenze had me laughing really loud throughout)

the second one, was nice as well but because i dont know the other book/movie you used i feel i didn't understood much- other than the kid seems out of a horror thing, and he's some type of seer who sees ghosts and bad thing.

I'd read at least two Percys. The first one, I liked but didn't really get into--it was, like "Sorcerer's Stone," a "getting used to this world" story. The second one gets into the meat of the plot a lot more.

Aw, these are two books I have not yet read, so I guess I'll have to read them to fully appreciate the crossovers. Which, I suppose, is the down side to crossovers, even though they're a lot of fun.

Okay, even not quite 'getting' it, that first one was very funny. I'll definitely have to read Percy Jackson. (Although it would have been amusing if you'd found some way to fit Percy Weasley in there.)